Lyla
The clearing disappeared, replaced by a different scene…
I was standing in an open field. It was day, yet the moon was shining and full. In the centre of the field stood a woman dressed in what seemed like mourning clothes. She was singing, too. The same blue energy surrounded her, but there was something different about it… something dark.
Beside her lay two lifeless bodies. When I moved closer, I gasped with shock when I realised it was Thames and Rian and they were both dead. Their faces were peaceful in death and their hands were crossed over their chests, but there was something wrong about seeing them this way.
Something that made my soul cry out in protest.
When I looked at Neriah, her face was pale and streaked with tears and her hands were trembling as she continued to sing – as if she had no choice. And then her eyes met mine. For a moment, time froze.
